A Letter to My Daughter
Updated: May 11, 2018
How our rigid rules can disconnect us from our souls' truth and the ones we love the most…
by Karina Meacham
When rules, guidelines, frameworks, culture and systems negatively impact the way we facilitate care and compassion, it not only hinders our innate ability and deep need to care, it diminishes the precious gift our patients, clients, colleagues and loved ones receive. The incredibly powerful exchange that happens between two human beings when one is caring from the tender depths of their soul to the other who receives with open graciousness and vulnerability, has meaning and importance beyond words. Rules and regulations without doubt have their rightful place in keeping both parties safe in the caregiver and receiver relationship and also in maintaining adequate standards and benchmarks. It seems however the inflexible nature of many of these archaic rules breeds intolerance and competitiveness, paving the way for a relentless harsh, dense undertone that permeates the culture within healthcare systems, schools, families and business. May we one day soon reclaim the ability to lead from our hearts, to care in a way that makes the biggest difference to those we care for. To facilitate care in a way that is deeply meaningful and satisfying. To be granted permission to once again trust our inner compass. To truly connect with our colleagues in a way that lets them know they're not alone. To boldly demand a little flexibility in the rules. To support those who already are. To get curious and ask why, why not, when and how. As you read through and reflect on my letter to my daughter, I invite you to allow your heart be your guide as you continue to deeply impact those you care for within the structures importantly designed to keep you safe and standards high.
You were only three. So little yet not so little anymore, so dependent yet fiercely independent, vulnerable yet so self assured.
During our days together you would want to go to the park, visit people and generally keep busy, but when the sun went down and it was time for bed, your energy shifted, something changed, night times were difficult. Going to sleep in your own bed, by yourself was something that didn’t come easily to you.
Each night the clock struck 6 o’clock as we were finishing up dinner and getting ready for a bath and bed, I would feel the anxiety begin to churn in my stomach. My chest would tighten and I would question whether I had what it took to be patient with you tonight. Can I be understanding? Do I have enough left to be kind? When will this end?
Sometimes I would entrust the support of a glass or two of pinot gris, which seemed to always have my back and give me the extra bit of energy I needed to get us over the early evening hump, especially when Daddy was travelling with work.
Reflecting on that time again now, as I have many times over the years since, the pilot light inside me was just a flicker. I had forgotten what bought me joy and I had failed to attend to my self care needs.
Making the decision to put the child safety gate up in your door way to stop you from leaving your room after I had put you to bed was my desperate attempt to break you into submission. Hope was fading, I was riddled with guilt and the shame was crippling... I was a Paediatric RN for god’s sake! I know better than this, I know what damage leaving you to cry alone is doing! But I was so desperate, desperate for my own space, to have adult time, to do what I wanted to do in the evenings after doing what everyone else wanted or needed from me during the day.
I wanted to read or I wanted to talk with Dad or I wanted to do or watch something that was stimulating and educational, sometimes I just wanted everyone to leave me alone.
Even though I never left you crying for long, when I came down and opened the gate and laid with you while you went to sleep, instead of my heart being filled with compassion, love, and trust this will all be okay one day, it was filled with anger, resentment and frustration.
Your older brother had started prep that year and had a delightful teacher’s aide who worked three days a week to help out in the classroom.
She was a Mother of four boys, two of them in high school and two now in university.
As you can imagine she’d seen it all. She was a wealth of knowledge and a wonderful resource for all things family. I would look forward to our casual chats at pick up on the days she worked. I loved her care free nature, her non judgemental approach and in this instance her ability to provide options for what seemed like a very black and white issue.
I had shared with her the challenges I faced with getting you off to sleep peacefully at night. She mentioned she had experienced similar issues with two of her children at different ages which immediately made me feel like I wasn’t alone.
“I know what the parenting books say, and I know professionally you know the right strategies to implement. I also know and can see, you don’t have it in you right now. I get it. I’ve been there. Let me share something with you that may help you both that worked really well for us.”
She went on to say “set up a mattress, pillow and blanket next to your bed on the floor that will stay there permanently. Always attempt to pop her to sleep in her own bed first. If it doesn’t work, gently and kindly bring her up and pop her to bed on the mattress. Be sure to explain to her before this is all set up, why you’re doing this and what the rules are including if she mucks around on the mattress, she’ll be going straight back down to her bed and that she is welcome to sleep here all night